An Ode To Library

The dog-eared ends of an endless

Heap of bemusing books from

Endless worlds, spaces, dreams,

And signs

Rejuvenate a rampant desire

In me to dance amongst them,

Alleys and alleys of Shakespeare’s

Keats’ Tagore’s Ghalib’s and Raja’s

Tempts me to leaf through them,

Make love

To them, alone, with passion,

Scourging alleys and alleys,

Ravaging every bit of parchment,

Catch every drift from flying me away,

Flying with every word reduced

To the mountains and oceans

And stories and dreams, stored

In an oft-neglected temple

Called library.